Three of us enter the elevator in the lobby of my building. We have seen each other before, and have a New York kind of nodding and faint smiling relationship. I press 2 because I walk the stairs to 4. They press 8. In a matter of seconds this was our encounter.
Woman in her 40’s looks at my Gucci handbag. “Vintage?” she asks. “Yes like me” I answered.
Her significant boyfriend. said “Well you both look great.”
Me smiling as I exit. “Thank you and enjoy your evening.”
Conclusion: I like being referred to as vintage, rather than senior, golden years, elderly, or just plain old. Vintage has an edge and can be quite valuable.
New Yorker’s unfriendly? Hardly……